Duck Lake Riveted

Naturally, Rivet sassed her, causing the ridge of black fur down her backbone to ripple. Of course, there was nothing she could say in response to these allegations, as Rivet was right. Turq didn't own these lands and Rivet didn't need her permission. Still, a thundercloud bloomed on her brow and sparks of lightning flashed in her eyes as she scowled down at Rivet. Her tawny tail, with its charcoal stripe, gave a few predatory lashes.

"You know what your problem is, Riv? You're an immature little c—" Her voice cut off suddenly and a rolling growl took its place. Turq couldn't bring herself to call her former flame such an ugly name, much as she deserved it now. She glared at her black forepaws, then lifted her gaze back to Rivet's face and spat, "You're a real piece of work, you know that? You have a lot of gall, showing up here and staring at me like some sideshow freak. I was here first." It was petty, she knew, but if Rivet could be petty, then so could she.